HLnovel Chapter 524 I am the Wolf Lord
Chapter 524 I am the Wolf Lord
"The chieftain of the wolf clan in the Northern River?" Ling Yuanzi looked at Xue Lan, his shrewd eyes full of wariness.
"Do you know the Wolf Lord of Beiyuchuan?"
Xue Lan covered her head and moved back a short distance:
"We know each other!"
How can you say we know the same person?
"No wonder you named yourself Xue Lan." A look of understanding appeared on Ling Yuanzi's aged face, and he then asked:
Are you the Silver Moon Wolf?
Xue Lan nodded gently:
"That's right!"
"That makes sense now!" Ling Yuanzi laughed heartily, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.
"Extraordinary swordsmanship and weapon-forging talent, Lian Chuan's sudden emergence of the Ice Spiritual Root..."
Everything has an explanation.
The old man looked at Xue Lan with tears in his eyes, his voice hoarse like the wind and snow of the northern border:
"Then, senior, where is my Lanlan?"
The broken sword Zhuiyun behind Ling Yuanzi emitted a low, mournful sound, and the old man spoke with bloodshot voices:
"My disciple, will he never come back?"
The woman in front of me was exceptional; in just ten years, she had accomplished what many spiritual practitioners could not achieve in a lifetime.
But Ling Yuanzi only wanted the original Xue Lan.
All he wanted was Xue Lan, who always loved to sunbathe in the bamboo grove courtyard and tinker with novel gadgets from time to time.
He only wanted the apprentices he had taken in.
Xue Lan felt a slight pang in her heart; she saw a chilling loneliness in Ling Yuanzi now.
It's like calculating the true nature of a person.
"Master!"
Xue Lan suddenly spoke, then slowly stood up from the ground, her eyes, like gray-white glass, gleaming...
"I've said it before, I am Xue Lan!"
Her tone was sharp and sounded somewhat aggressive, but her usually round almond-shaped eyes were now half-closed, revealing a hint of aggrieved tears.
Ling Yuanzi looked at her without saying a word.
In the dimly lit weapon-refining cave, the earth flame beneath the smelting furnace was the only source of light. Xue Lan's shadow was stretched long in the dim firelight, his back hunched in solitude.
He heard Xue Lan's voice soften:
"Master, do you know the name of that renowned Wolf Clan Chief?"
From the vantage point above, Xue Lan's grey eyes took on a captivating murky hue.
The cold words were spoken by this person without any attempt at concealment.
"The chief of the Northern River Wolves is surnamed Xue, and his given name is simply 'Lan'!"
"It means the morning mist in the mountains, fearless! Crossing mountains and ridges, unstoppable."
Ling Yuanzi thought he might be hallucinating.
It felt as if a colossal wave had crashed against his ears, blurring the sounds of the outside world. His mind replayed that unique, utterly absurd thought...
Ling Yuanzi wanted to deny this absurd idea, but Xue Lan didn't give him the chance.
Lord Wolf King is always decisive in his actions. Now that he has decided to confront Ling Yuanzi, he will not hide anything from him!
The woman raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
"Clap!"
A crisp sound rang out in the cave. Ling Yuanzi saw that Xue Lan was emanating a chilling aura like white ribbons. Snow-white frost flowers grew continuously at the woman's feet, surrounding the azure ice. In a few breaths, they transformed into a giant silver wolf with ice-blue eyes behind Xue Lan.
Xue Lan slowly took a step forward, her voice as faint as a breeze:
"Master, I am Xue Lan,"
"Xue Lan, the chieftain of the Northern River Wolf Clan!"
Tears welled in Xue Lan's pale eyes, and her every word carried a hint of panic:
"In my previous life, before I died, I interfered with the river of time and somehow got trapped inside..."
"Later, by some twist of fate, he was sucked into this body."
"Your eldest disciple, Xue Lan, is essentially a wolf demon who has cultivated for thousands of years in the Northern Region of the Yuanming Upper Realm."
Ling Yuanzi didn't know whether he should be happy or worried.
The old man slowly stood up and looked at Xue Lan's tearful eyes.
A crystal tear slid down the woman's cheek, turning into a flurry of snow dust as it was enveloped by the cold air. The tiny snowflakes fell slowly, making Ling Yuanzi feel momentarily disoriented.
He heard Xue Lan's voice:
"Master, don't you want me anymore either?"
"Grandpa, are you going to take me home?"
One was Xue Lan, who had proactively revealed her identity and was looking at him expectantly.
The other is a stubborn little girl from many years ago, on a snowy night.
Ling Yuanzi slowly closed his eyes.
His encounter with Xue Lan was actually quite embarrassing.
In popular folklore, immortals often take on disciples like the old immortal Baihe and the young and clever Lingxiu.
Unfortunately, on the snowy night when Ling Yuanzi met Xue Lan, the immortal was a sword-breaking immortal tormented by the Ephemeral Spring Technique, preparing to end his own life, while the boy was the Wolf Lord whose hope had been extinguished by the long river of time.
How did they come together?
Ling Yuanzi thought to himself.
He thought at the time that he couldn't save people from suffering, and he couldn't even save himself.
So he planned to pass by quickly and leave the child's fate to her.
Then, with a faint trace of blood on his lips, the immortal strode past the child like a gust of wind and headed into the boundless darkness.
But in the end, he couldn't just leave and chose to turn back.
Turning around, Ling Yuanzi met a pair of extremely dark and dull eyes, a pair of calm eyes devoid of any life.
That's not the look a child should have.
So Ling Yuanzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked towards Xue Lan into the wind and snow.
The little girl leaning against the wall slowly raised her head to look at the white-robed immortal:
"Grandpa, are you going to take me home?"
The dark eyes of the little girl in my memory slowly overlapped with Xue Lan's gray eyes now.
The woman asked another question:
"Master, don't you want me anymore either?"
Ling Yuanzi simply stared at Xue Lan's face without saying a word.
Xue Lan felt a pang of disappointment, but she didn't show it on her face.
A wisp of cold air lingered around the woman's fingertips, and her voice carried a faint smile:
“It’s okay if you can’t accept it.” She said to herself, “After all, it is indeed hard to accept that my disciple has suddenly become a monster that has been around for thousands of years.”
"But Master..."
The woman looked at Ling Yuanzi:
There's no other way.
"Master Master once told you to abandon me... but you didn't."
"So now, nothing can be changed..."
"No matter how ruthless and heartless I was in my past life, I am your disciple in this life."
It was you who brought back the eldest disciple of the Xuanhuang Sect from the midst of a heavy snowfall!
Even the Xuanhuang Sword Talisman couldn't sever the connection between her and the Xuanhuang Sect, let alone Ling Yuanzi...
His thoughts grew increasingly obsessive. Suddenly, a heavy weight settled over Xue Lan's head.
Ling Yuanzi stroked the woman's fluffy head and began to ramble on:
“Your master always says that picking up children randomly outside will bring retribution, but I picked up four in a row and there were no problems, so I didn’t take it to heart.”
"Turns out it wasn't just good luck; the karma started when I picked up the first one!"
The old man laughed hoarsely:
"So what if there's retribution?"
"Xue Lan, I let you refine weapons, I painstakingly planned to cultivate your demonic heart, I traveled the lower realms to find a top-grade source crystal for you, and I even sacrificed my cultivation to cross tens of thousands of miles to enter the secret realm to save you..."
"You think I would easily expel you from the sect after all the painstaking effort I've put into training you?"
Xue Lan, whose eyes had been vacant, was startled by these words, her voice filled with apprehension:
"You still recognize me?"
Ling Yuanzi rolled her eyes at her: "What else?"
"Should I go back to Duanshui Pass and tell Auntie...?"
"While you were fighting, I expelled your favorite senior sister from the sect."
Is he even alive?!
"But..." Xue Lan wanted to take a step forward, but was held down by Ling Yuanzi, and could only stretch her neck to speak:
"I'm an old monster!"
Ling Yuanzi looked at Xue Lan's big eyes with some puzzlement: "I think Lian Chuan is quite smart, so why are you, his elder, acting like this?"
Xue Lan suffered a critical hit of one million points.
The old man looked at Xue Lan, his tone extremely casual:
"So what if you were the Wolf King in your past life? Even if you were the Heavenly Dao in your past life, you are still my disciple whom I raised with my own hands in this life."
"Xue Lan, whether in your past life or this life, there are people who care about you."
"But I only value your life in this lifetime..."
"All your friends in the mortal realm, even if they were to descend to the mortal world, would only value your life in this lifetime!"
He didn't know the Wolf King well enough in his previous life, but the Senior Sister of Jiyuan Peak in this life is his most outstanding disciple.
Xue Lan is perfect just like this!
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